It was a great shock to her.
The life she worked so hard to revive.
Was Garbage;
All the traumatism of the years.
For what?
All she wants is genuine.
To be pure again.
Unaffected by toxicity in her mind,
to be anaware of the next drug,
around the corner.
To not have to intoxicate her soul,
To feel authentic.
But th virus is mortal.
The genesis of this trivial nonsence
that left scraps on her life.
but to become a travaler and run,
was honest but achieved.
Just temptation, for the venom of the
untamed high,
The feeling of everything at once and
nothing at all.
She failed, she'll never be true.
She had amillion, One chances,
To make things right, but couldn't get up the courge........
To stroll. |
Submission Name: unbegun,failed journey
